Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Attention, everyone,” Daddy Ben called out, his voice cutting through the chatter. “Before our Little Fifty-Three departs, we’re going to celebrate her graduation properly.”
My daddies appeared at my sides, their hands on my shoulders. Around the room, the other daddies moved to their own bad girls.
“Uniforms off, ladies,” Daddy Bill said, his voice carrying that firm authority that made my pussy clench. “All of you.”
My hands trembled as I unfastened my uniform, sliding it off along with my panties until I stood naked in the cafeteria, at the edge of the array of gym mats, whose purpose had become much too clear. Around me, Keiko, Shaniqua, Joyce, and Emily did the same. The vulnerability of standing exposed like this, in front of all the daddies, made my face burn with shame and arousal.
“Now,” Daddy Howard said, his analytical voice somehow making everything more intense. “You’re going to pleasure each other—and especially your sweet little Trusty—while your daddies watch. Show us what you’ve learned about serving.”
CHAPTER 18
Pam
They made Joyce, Keiko, Shaniqua, and me lie on our backs on the mats, in a row. I was at one end of the row, and so I only learned by the helpless, gasping sounds coming from Joyce, at the other end, and the whimpers of forced pleasure from Emily, what was happening.
“That’s it,” said one of the daddies—probably one of Joyce’s. “Be as rough as you want with her, Little Fifty-Three. Work your butt over that sweet little face.”
I heard Keiko let out a tiny sob, as if from the shameful knowledge that she would be next.
I heard Joyce gasp and I sensed that Emily’s daddies had raised Emily up and moved her onward. Keiko let out a little cry, which became muffled, and the wet sounds began again. Emily moaned. Shaniqua’s breathing seemed to get ragged.
My nose picked up the naughty, musky scent of the pleasure Emily’s daddies were compelling their bad girl to feel. I swallowed hard as waves of conflicting thoughts and feelings rose in my mind and I tried to push them away.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Emily and her daddies now as on wobbling legs she moved from Keiko’s face to Shaniqua’s. I saw that Daddy Ben and Daddy Howard were holding Emily’s hands and helping her balance and stay steady as she squatted over Shaniqua’s face. Shaniqua let out a little whimper as her features vanished beneath Emily’s pussy and bottom crack. The wet sounds came again, and the lewd fragrance of needy pussy.
To my distress, my mouth began to water.
No. I don’t want this. I don’t want…
I must have lost track of time as I fought against myself, because Emily suddenly appeared above me, guided by Daddy Ben and Daddy Howard.
“Down you go,” said Daddy Howard. “Last sister.”
I let out a sob as her feet moved to either side of my arms and with her daddies’ help she squatted, trembling violently. I looked up at her glistening pussy, already so wet with her arousal and our sisters’ shameful attention. My heart hammered as her thighs bracketed my head, as she lowered herself onto my mouth.
I whimpered, and let my lascivious need take over. I worked my tongue into her, tasting her familiar flavor as she ground against me. I heard her moan above me, felt her weight shift as she rode my face. My own pussy clenched with need, empty and aching for attention that wasn’t coming yet.
“Oh, God,” Emily moaned. “Daddy… Daddy… may I…”
“Go ahead,” said Daddy Ben. “Come on Little Seventy-One’s face.”
My fellow bad girl cried out above me, and I sobbed as she rode harder and harder, relying on her daddies’ hold almost as if they had made a sort of swing for her. She used me with abandon, and I felt my own hips buck. Without thinking about it, I put my right hand down there, worked my clit, cried out like Emily.
“No, Seventy-One,” I heard Daddy Bill say. “Get that hand away from yourself.”
My cheeks burning, I ripped my hand away. As if the idea of my being denied pleasure had pushed her over the edge, Emily jerked her backside wildly over my face, screaming with the intensity of her orgasm. Her salty juices ran over my cheeks and my pussy clenched hard at the terrible humiliation of it.
When Emily’s body had stopped shaking, her daddies helped her rise.
“Now you’ll return the favor,” I heard Daddy Howard say. “Girls, this is the chance you’ve been waiting for to give your Trusty back what she gave to you.”
They made Emily lie on her back, and one by one we were brought to straddle her face, the same way she had done ours, with our daddies on either side of us to help us squat and ride. I watched Joyce approach and I saw in her eyes an uncharacteristic fire. I swallowed hard as I understood: Joyce meant to repay Emily not just for Emily’s own demands, but the demands of whoever had come before her—of the system of Project Dollhouse itself.